The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

Time passed, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too weak

to move.

“Get a doctor.”

scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing out

Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever finding out about her attempt to kill Daniel was unbearable,

the first time, Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could

in

Charles, they hit a

upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity, regardless of

his eye.

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would-be suitors, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at

Salter family had deep connections with the institute. She surely wasn’t planning on sticking with the

“I still need

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

the label. She wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t want to ruin

to impress, with a couple of buttons undone,

spot. As she walked past a partially open VIP room, snippets

hear Joie

“Isaac’s doing.”